Pounce Drabble - for felisimmortalis
Characters: Samantha Myers and Dylan Creed (OCs)
Rating: PG
Setting: Bump in the Night!Verse, Dylan age 13, Sam age 14
Prompt: #263 Pounce - Drabble Table
Word Count: 344
“Sammy! Sammy! Guess what I can do!” Dylan was shouting as he ran up the front steps of Sam’s house. There were no cars in the driveway, so he knew her parents weren’t at home.
He ran inside without even knocking. The house was practically a second home to him anyway, he hadn’t knocked in years.
“Sam!” He ran up the stairs, heading to her room, but stopped when he saw her standing in the doorway to her parents’ room.
“Guess what? I finally got a power too!” He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet excitedly.
She grinned, his enthusiasm contagious. “What is it?”
Without a word, just a cheeky grin, he transformed from the barely teenaged boy in front of her, into a large black panther. She instinctively took a half-step back before reminding herself it was just Dylan.
He wriggled out of his clothes and padded toward her, sniffing the air. She looked down at him and smiled.
“That’s really cool!” She meant it, too. She was still having trouble with her own ability.
He crouched down and his rear end started to wiggle. She knew he was going to pounce.
“Wait, Dylan, don’t. Trust me, okay? Just, don’t!”
It was too late. With the closest thing a panther can manage to a smile he sprang at her, his powerful back legs propelling him into the air. What he didn’t know, and what she hadn’t had time to tell him, was that she was also using her ability at just that moment.
He soared through her ghost form and into her parents’ bedroom, all four paws landing on the wooden floor. He skidded, struggling to stop himself, to no avail. He slammed into the wall underneath the window, leaving a sizable dent in it.
Dylan scrambled back onto all fours and shook his head, dazed. Sam, once sure he wasn’t hurt, couldn’t help but laugh. Her laughter turned uncontrollable when a picture fell off the wall and landed on his head. It was better than a slapstick movie.
Rating: PG
Setting: Bump in the Night!Verse, Dylan age 13, Sam age 14
Prompt: #263 Pounce - Drabble Table
Word Count: 344
“Sammy! Sammy! Guess what I can do!” Dylan was shouting as he ran up the front steps of Sam’s house. There were no cars in the driveway, so he knew her parents weren’t at home.
He ran inside without even knocking. The house was practically a second home to him anyway, he hadn’t knocked in years.
“Sam!” He ran up the stairs, heading to her room, but stopped when he saw her standing in the doorway to her parents’ room.
“Guess what? I finally got a power too!” He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet excitedly.
She grinned, his enthusiasm contagious. “What is it?”
Without a word, just a cheeky grin, he transformed from the barely teenaged boy in front of her, into a large black panther. She instinctively took a half-step back before reminding herself it was just Dylan.
He wriggled out of his clothes and padded toward her, sniffing the air. She looked down at him and smiled.
“That’s really cool!” She meant it, too. She was still having trouble with her own ability.
He crouched down and his rear end started to wiggle. She knew he was going to pounce.
“Wait, Dylan, don’t. Trust me, okay? Just, don’t!”
It was too late. With the closest thing a panther can manage to a smile he sprang at her, his powerful back legs propelling him into the air. What he didn’t know, and what she hadn’t had time to tell him, was that she was also using her ability at just that moment.
He soared through her ghost form and into her parents’ bedroom, all four paws landing on the wooden floor. He skidded, struggling to stop himself, to no avail. He slammed into the wall underneath the window, leaving a sizable dent in it.
Dylan scrambled back onto all fours and shook his head, dazed. Sam, once sure he wasn’t hurt, couldn’t help but laugh. Her laughter turned uncontrollable when a picture fell off the wall and landed on his head. It was better than a slapstick movie.